The sheep have settled in, and have familiarized themselves with the grounds immediately across from their indoor home, alongside the greenhouse.
It’s an idyllic scene in many ways, although Rupert and I have differing opinions about the duck weed in the pond. I love seeing the frogs poking their eyes out of the bright green covering, and as long as the sheep don’t decide to go wading all will be well (it’s bad enough when Hazel goes for a dip and comes up with the tiny pieces of vegetation clinging to her).
All in all, they seem to have the hang of it, retreating to the shade of the barn as need be, for a drink or a nap. The lambs appear to prefer the slope by the greenhouse, but they have ventured to all corners of their flexible enclosure.
As their comfort level increases, they are starting to reveal their individual personalities (although Stomper and Mutton have been in fine form since their arrival). I sat on a lawn chair under the shade of the willow tree in their enclosure, marking papers, on Sunday – it was difficult not to get distracted by the peaceful pleasure of watching them graze. hj